Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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His tongue dances along mine, and I move my hands up his body, across his chest, feeling his muscles flex beneath the cotton of his t-shirt. I need to feel his skin. I grab at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, letting my hand come into contact with the heated skin of his torso.

Now he moans. “Fuck,” he whispers after breaking the kiss. His green eyes are so dark. “You are naughty,” he says with a spreading grin. “I bet you’re really wet too.”

My eyes widen.

“You look like a scared little bunny. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you come, Millie.”

“But we haven’t finished with the rules.”

“It’s okay, I planned on breaking them all anyway.” His hand moves across my jaw, down the column of my throat, and he keeps going lower. He passes between the middle of my breasts as my breathing picks up.

I’m so turned on, and I also can’t believe this is truly happening. His hand keeps going lower, and I lean back against the counter behind me. “Tripp, I can’t,” I say, feeling my body tense the lower he gets.

He shakes his head slowly. “No, you can’t tense up, Millie. You need to let go. You need to enjoy it. I just want to see how wet you are,” he whispers, his mouth hovering over mine.

I spread my legs slightly, using it as an invitation to his touch. “Do it,” I say, brazenly.

He slips his hand underneath the hem of my skirt, his fingers brushing slightly against my inner thigh. “I bet you're soaked for me, little bunny.” His fingers race up my heated skin, past the panel of my panties, and he slips two fingers through my wetness. “You’re so fucking wet, Millie. Nobody’s ever touched you like this, huh?”

I shake my head quickly from side to side. “No,” I whisper. “My ex’s would just sort of get straight to the point.”

Tripp stalls. “And what’s the point?”

“Sex,” I say.

Tripp shakes his head no. “That’s not the point, Millie. The point should always be to get you to come as many times as possible.”

I blush. “Well, yes for us that’s the point, but when I’m having sex with men that was never the point.”

Tripp moves his fingers over me, toying with my clit, putting pressure against it, and I moan out. “That should always be the fucking point, little bunny. Every man you’re with should want to get you off. It should be their mission.” He moves closer, his lips brushing against my cheek and jaw. “It’s definitely my mission. I need you to let go, Millie. Close your eyes, and just listen to my words. Feel my fingers sliding inside you. You like that, huh?”

“Yes, so much,” I say as his fingers keep working my body.

“You’ve been such a good girl for so many years. Now it’s your turn to be naughty. You want to be my naughty girl, don’t you?”

My veins run hot as Tripp keeps touching me in ways I’ve never imagined. It’s like he has the roadmap. He applies just the right amount of pressure against my clit as his fingers push inside me.

My body’s building toward an orgasm, and I can’t believe this is happening. He’s actually doing it. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on my body when Tripp brings me back to him.

“Let go, bunny,” he says, whispering against my ear. “You’re tensing again. Get out of your head and open your eyes. Look at me, Millie,” he demands.

My eyes shoot open and lock with his green ones. They’re actually really pretty this close up. I’ve never really noticed before. “I can’t,” I whisper, realizing I can’t get out of my own head. I just can’t do it.

Tripp stops moving, and focuses his green eyes on me. “Millie, bunny, stop trying so hard. Move your body against my hand. Fuck my fingers. Use me any way you want me. Use me.” He trails kisses along my neck, and I thrust my hips against his hand, using the pad of his hand against my mound and I keep rocking, his thumb against my clit. “That’s it,” he whispers between kisses. “Use me, Millie.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my arms holding onto him tightly. I keep rocking, letting go. Not thinking about the orgasm on the horizon. It’s right there. So close.

“Give it to me, you dirty girl. It’s mine.”

His green eyes focus on me as I feel the beginning of my orgasm grip me.

“Don’t let go,” I tell him, making sure he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing.

“I’ve got you. Come on my fingers, Millie. Come all over my hand.”

My body explodes, my orgasm slamming into me from all sides. I hold onto Tripp like he’s my lifeline, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Our mouths are inches apart, breathing the same air as my orgasm pummels through me.


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